Global Collapse-Chapter 594 - 562: Heard that Monthly Tickets are doubled at the end of the month (Hint)_1

The first thing Gu Mian did after contacting 007 was to ask her if the "Find Mom" game had ended.

Soon Gu Mian got the answer—the game hadn't ended.

Poor 007 resumed her journey after the "End of High School" event.

She hadn't found her parents in over a month.

Fortunately, though she didn't find her family, she was still alive.

After hearing Fatty's request, she immediately agreed.

007 seemed busy; after a few exchanges, she disappeared. Fortunately, Fatty had already discussed the main matters with her.

Keke was also amenable.

She had always wanted to find some medicine for her sister, thinking she might be able to find some in the Recycling Station.

As for Liu Ruyan, Chu Changge didn't even bother to consult her.

Gu Mian looked at Chu Changge, who was adjusting his glasses, "You can just write her name on the instance exchange ticket."

And so, they swiftly made their decisions.

"But the instance exchange ticket you mentioned seems precious, right?" the Fortune-teller asked, "If we don't find what we're looking for this time, there won't be a second instance exchange ticket for us to use, will there?"

Indeed, there was a possibility that they wouldn't find the clown mask.

The ticket booth randomly matched instances; only the instance exchange ticket could specify which one to enter. If they didn't find the mask this time, they wouldn't be able to enter the Recycling Station instance again until who knows when.

Gu Mian pondered for a moment. "Other players might have these tickets; Xiao Qiao had one before."

Xiao Qiao, her name having been mentioned, promptly said, "It was Xiao Lv who gave it to me; he still has more!"

Xiao Lv? Mr. Green?

Gu Mian turned around to find that familiar green figure, but surprisingly, he couldn't find him.

A closer look revealed that he had sneakily made his way to the door.

Of course, he wouldn't get away.

His older brother caught Mr. Green and brought him back. The captured Mr. Green lay flat on the ground, like a child being dragged away from the candy store by his parents.

"Hand it over." Gu Mian reached out.

Mr. Green, who was lying on the ground, looked up at Gu Mian, appearing thoroughly wronged.

The saying goes, "One's principles should not be swayed by poverty, nor should one yield to power." Mr. Green, however, did both. He got up, pouting, and finally said, "I can give you the ticket, but… but you have to let me talk."

He'd wanted to say, "You have to agree to my conditions," but upon further thought, it wouldn't matter if Gu Mian refused. So he changed his words right as they were about to leave his lips.

"What?" Gu Mian didn't yet have the urge to rob him, since he wasn't in a hurry.

Mr. Green's hand was still buried in his bosom. "First, the Recycling Station instance has almost no NPCs. There's hardly any danger, but you can't stay in there for too long. You have to finish the mission quickly and leave. Despite the lack of NPCs, the instance inspectors sometimes come around. Most instances are checked once an hour. But because the Recycling Station instance is very special, if you're found by the instance inspectors, they will definitely try their utmost to get you out."

Try their utmost to get us out? So they can't easily throw us out? Gu Mian thought.

Mr. Green, on the other hand, was more worried about something else. He said all this because he was afraid that if Gu Mian stayed too long, he might be tempted to do something audacious.

"Second, as I said, this instance is unique. It is the trash dump of all worlds. If it's gone, it will affect all the worlds, and even the real world!"

Mr. Green emphasized the words "affect the real world," hoping that Gu Mian would be cautious.

"If the Recycling Station instance collapses, the trash it had been storing would have no place to go and would fly randomly into other worlds. The volume of trash in there is unimaginably large; even the NPCs couldn't calculate it. And don't look so eager! The trash could fly into the real world as well!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Mian collected himself and became somewhat subdued.

"So you must ensure the instance remains intact. You don't want this world to turn into a garbage dump, right?"

Gu Mian nodded in pretended agreement.

"And one last thing." Mr. Green's hand, still in his bosom, moved. It finally emerged, clenched into a fist. He extended it to Gu Mian, palm up, as if to say, "Let me show you a great treasure."

Fatty seemed very interested in this treasure and eagerly craned his neck to get a closer look.

"This," Mr. Green finally opened his hand as he spoke, "you must take this with you."

Only then did Gu Mian realize what Mr. Green was holding.

It was an eyeball the size of a ping-pong ball, rolling in Mr. Green's hand. Suddenly, its sides unfolded, revealing a pair of vibrating wings.

The winged eyeball buzzed and flew up, circling Gu Mian a few times before settling on his head, immobile.

What is this thing?

Mr. Green then took out something that resembled a remote control, pressing it into the air. A game-like screen appeared in the direction he pressed. The screen showed Mr. Green and a few other people moving around. Judging from the viewpoint, it came from the winged eyeball.

"A tracker," Mr. Green explained, "It can be brought into the instance. It allows people outside to know what you're doing inside. It would be easier for me to know if you're causing destruction."

That's a handy tool.

Gu Mian reached up and removed the eyeball from his head.

The object felt squishy, almost like a real eyeball.

After being pinched a few times, the eyeball struggled free and fluttered further away from Gu Mian.

Mr. Green then reiterated, "Whatever you do, you absolutely cannot cause destruction in the Recycling Station! Absolutely not!"

"I got it, I got it," Gu Mian answered perfunctorily.

Finally, Mr. Green reached into his pocket again, reluctantly taking out an object the size of a movie ticket. It was an instance exchange ticket. "This is the only one I have left. Don't ask me for another one; I simply don't have any more."

Fatty cheerfully snatched the ticket from Mr. Green's hand, "Doctor, now we have two instance exchange tickets. Even after using one, we can still intimidate NPCs with the remaining one."

Gu Mian used to intimidate NPCs with instance exchange tickets quite often.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Green felt like spitting blood.

They were set to enter the instance on August 1st. The Fortune-teller was arranged to live on the first floor with Xiao Qiao, Liu Ruyan, and Keke. When Accompany me next year saw the Fortune-teller officially moving to the first floor, she couldn't help but ask Fatty, who was passing by, "When will the sign on the front of the building be replaced?"

Sign?

Fatty thought for a moment, then realized that the ominous sign that read "Passing Inn" had been chopped down by him for firewood.

Now, there was nothing hanging above the entrance.

Fatty curiously asked, "Replace it with what?"

"Something like 'Gu Mian's Harem'…"

Hearing that, Fatty seriously contemplated the feasibility of the name before shaking his head, "No, that won't work; it puts too much of a target on his back. Maybe we could make it 'The Doctor's Supremely Beautiful Harem'."

However, the term "Doctor" was still quite specific.

"Speaking of which, I think we should be able to order a customized sign at the supermarket," Fatty continued mulling over it as he walked away.

The next day, Liu Ruyan stood before the inn's entrance, staring at the newly hung signboard, lost in thought. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Keke happened to be coming out and also saw the new sign.

The two of them just quietly stood at the entrance.

Above their heads, the seven large words "Beng Beng's Supremely Beautiful Harem" could be seen.